On December Something

Untimely

April 26th, 1978

The beating on the door was sending Petunia frantically through the flat. She threw the shirt of Sirius's that she had been wearing back at him, giving him a soft peck before running into her bedroom. The pounding was getting louder and louder. It sounded like he could come in the door at any moment. Sirius let his hand wander down to his pocket to make sure his wand was still there. He sighed in relief a little bit but he wasn't worried. Not about this muggle.

When Petunia emerged from the bedroom she was very different in many ways that Sirius picked up on. Her hair was in a bun, it wasn't messy like he remembered, but it was pinpoint perfect. Her black pencil skirt wasn't tight like his favorite red one and her button up shirt was tucked in, smoothed out, and completely wrinkle free. For someone who had very little time, she was ready faster than he imagined possible. She pulled and picked at everything she had on as panic and worry settled into her blood.

"PETUNIA! OPEN THIS DOOR IMMEDIATELY!"

Petunia was sure the muffled shout could be heard by everyone and someone may have already called the officers. She turned to Sirius and almost cried. Vernon could be terrifying when he wanted to be. She felt like she had to cover up for him. He never liked anything too revealing on her. He disliked her hair down. He despised when she didn't wear makeup.

"Is my skirt too short?" She asked, fixing the hem under her knees.

Sirius got angry. He wasn't angry at her but he was angry at Vernon for making her feel this way. He was angry at his behavior. Sirius checked again to make sure his wand was in his pocket and didn't answer Petunia's exact question.

"You're perfect in every way," he said quickly.

If she heard him then she didn't react. She lifted a shaky hand to the doorknob and pulled it open to reveal a red faced Vernon Dursley. He took one look at Petunia disapprovingly and then his sights settled on the dark haired bad boy standing behind her protectively.

"I want explanations and I want them now!" He thundered, pushing past them and into the narrow hallway.

"What kind of explanation do you need?" Petunia asked shakily, closing the door to keep their argument locked in.

"Who the hell is this?" He shouted, pointing a stout finger at Sirius.

That was a question she couldn't really answer. They hadn't talked about it yet. She imagined they were together but that wasn't a move she needed to make.

"He's my..." he silenced her by putting a calm hand on her arm.

"I'm her boyfriend. Sirius. Sirius Black," he held his hand out to shake but Vernon stared at him like a fly on his food.

"Preposterous," he hissed.

"What's so unbelievable about that?" Petunia asked, finding her courage.

It waivered a bit but she was still on a high from Sirius's words. Boyfriend. It sounded wonderful to the tingles dancing through her body.

"That's what we are!" Vernon shouted, his face getting more red by the second.

"No we aren't," she answered.

"You're an impossible little tart, you know that?" Vernon shouted, throwing a hand up in the air.

Petunia had to move so the hand didn't hit her and she swore that she heard Sirius growl. It was low and deep. Threatening.

"What did you call her?" Sirius questioned, anger rising with every word.